Forced to Marry Young Master
Mutually Thinking
A group of men approached Cheyka, with their waists. They saw Cheyka who was alone, walking in the middle of a drizzle stub.
"Hi miss, if the way lift a little skirt. Plus, the collar should be more open" he said.
"What do you want? Quick go there." Cheyka yelling.
"If we don't want to, what do you want..." To hold Cheyka, with her arms.
Suddenly a kick hit his back. Rhuka beat them up, with a furious rage. They all collapsed, yet still stood up again. Cheyka was really anxious, because their bodies were all big. Want to scream for help, but the streets began to desolate. The rain began to wash over the earth, with heavy drops.
”Rhuka, I don't want you to do anything. Why should you come help me.” Inner Cheyka.
They fell again, some of them chose to run. One man attacked, about to stab Rhuka from behind. Cheyka immediately kicked the man.
"I'm not fucking you little girl." The man stood up, about to attack.
Rhuka immediately punched him, as well as the man who attacked back. Fresh blood poured from the corner of Rhuka's lips. Until the last attack, the man ran away from defeat. But he managed to give an incision, on Rhuka's left hand.
"Ouch!" Rhuka held his hand.
Cheyka as quickly as possible reached her body, not caring about the rain. Cheyka wanted to get to the basecamp quickly, so she could treat Rhuka's wounds.
"Please, get out of here." Cheyka shouted, knocking on the door.
Rhoky quickly opened it, surprised to find Rhuka's injured hand. Maybe the match they are looking forward to, will not be realized with a victory. Cheyka treated Rhuka's wound slowly, then wrapped it in a bandage.
"Why could something like this happen?" ask Mikky.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault" Cheyka replied.
"Don't be sad, I remember my wife" Mikky said.
"Not sad, just tell me the truth" Cheyka replied.
"Oh big brother manager, don't talk to your wife in front of singles" Jay said.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Mikky replied, holding back a laugh.
"Chey, you better get changed. Not good for health, wearing wet clothes at night." said Rhuka softly.
"Yes, sister." replied Cheyka.
”What I didn't hear wrong, he called my name in a soft tone. Usually a little snapping or high intonation, and say hey you, hey you, as if I had no name.” Inner Cheyka.
Cheyka thought, maybe Rhuka forgot because of the pain. It is also impossible, that Rhuka fell in love with him. About the incident last night, has made himself misbehaved. Not long after, Cheyka came out of the bathroom.
"My body still hurts, how long my husband has been doing it himself. To be honest, I wanted to scratch her face. Why should he take the most meaningful thing, without permission from myself.” Inner Cheyka, curious about last night's events.
The next day, they rehearsed. The game is getting closer, there are a lot of obstacles to overcome. It's not that easy, to get to the final. Having to go through many teams, to get to the cup race.
"Excite, spirit." said Mikky.
"Just calm down, the six of us will do our best. But, without Rhuka, it would not go well. He's the team leader, but now he's injured" Rhoky replied, long and wide.
"Has she had breakfast?" ask Chey.
"No, he's still in the room" Mikky replied.
Cheyka immediately moved from her seat, choosing to open the refrigerator. Taking cooking ingredients as they are, only as a form of responsibility. Actually, deep down still wanted to roar. Want to leave, or take responsibility for what happened.
Smoke billowed, from the cauldron that Cheyka was waiting for. The smell of cooking began to smell, he would immediately pour it into a bowl. Deliberately serving the mumpung is still warm. Cheyka knocked on Rhuka's room door, and the door opened.
"What's wrong?" ask Rhuka.
"Eat for breakfast" replied Cheyka.
Rhuka. "Thank you."
"Yes, equally." replied Cheyka flatly.
He left immediately, without showing his usual facial features. Rhuka became homesick, with her pretend happy face.